在記憶的悲傷中，我留下了自己的豐碑；把記憶化作一縷靜風，蕩起渾濁的漣漪；把記憶擰成一粒佛香，回望千年纏綿的悲傷只為夕陽掃去塵埃。

In the sadness of memory， I left my monument； The memory into a wisp of quiet wind， the muddy ripples； Twist the memory into a Buddha incense， looking back at the millennium lingering sadness only to sweep away the dust of the setting sun。

一個人的夢，在夢裡我又看到了你溫柔的眼神，卻是忽近忽遠，若隱若現，又無法將悲傷藏在各處。失落的心無處依靠。

A person‘s dream， in the dream I saw your gentle eyes， but suddenly near and far， if hidden， and can not hide sadness everywhere。 The lost heart has nowhere to turn。

我在悲傷中醒來，我很久沒有說話了，我的眼睛裡充滿了淚水，我全身疲憊，我知道我的夢裡有多少花落，有多少惆悵和擔憂。

I wake up in sadness， I have not spoken for a long time， my eyes are full of tears， my whole body tired， I know how many flowers fall in my dream， how many melancholy and worry。

可是，我還是自欺欺人地安撫著自己躁動的心，故意落花，流水無情，時光如流水般流逝，觸水不著痕跡，你我漸行漸遠，卻翻不開痛苦的一頁，依然迷戀徘徊了好幾次。

However， I am still self-deceiving to appease his restless heart， deliberately falling flowers， water ruthless， time like flowing water， touch the water no trace， you and I gradually far away， but can not open a painful page， still infatuated with wandering several times。

在無人的黑暗街道，我孤獨，我心碎，我的眼淚乾涸，我告訴自己，我將不再是一個悲傷的木偶；傾聽內心最遙遠最真實的呼喚，迎接悲傷，讓我的青春開始更自由的呼吸。

In the dark deserted street， I am alone， MY heart is broken， my tears dry， I tell myself， I will no longer be a sad puppet； Listen to the most distant and true call from the heart， welcome the sadness， let my youth begin to breathe more freely。